Finally, it happened
Free at last
Oppressing waves that held her
In the ocean of her past
She was drowning
Breathless in her guilt.
Then suddenly lightened
Feeling she could fly
Out of the mire
Of wanting to die.
The burden now lifted
Her mind justly quieted
She feels free at last.
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No Theme Thursday: 10.17.24
The Bag Lady 
felt an aaaw at the end, Cheryl… lovely 🤍
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You’re most welcome 🤗
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Wonderful!
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Beautifully written!
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Thanks, I wasn’t sure, took a while
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The best things take time. It was perfect. ❤️
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Thanks so much
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So beautiful written ❤️
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Thank you for stopping by, I wasn’t sure about it
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You welcome 😊 and you’ve done a great job
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Thank you
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A lovely poem my friend
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Thank you Sadje
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You’re welcome
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A gorgeous image to go with a powerful poem. having had postpartum depression, I can really relate to this.
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Thank you for commenting
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Someone asked me how it felt to be depressed. It’s NOT because something did or didn’t happen. It’s not a bad day at work.
Imagine being on a railway platform at night in the middle of nowhere
And you look up the track and it’s complete darkness.
And you look down the track and it’s complete darkness.
And while you wait…
The lights start to go off on the platform, starting from the ends and working towards you in the middle.
And you just wait for the darkness to come.
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